My childhood sweetheart, who was reborn with me, ended up as a loser.

Chapter 27 How the Steel Was Tempered

Wan Ning's clumsy appearance was particularly cute. Xu Qingfan pretended to be a camera with his hand, blinked, and took a picture of the person in front of him.

The homeroom teacher quickly called his name from the podium. After Xu Qingfan stood up and shouted "Here," Jiang Bianyue did not immediately let him sit down.

"This is Xu Qingfan, who will be temporarily serving as our class monitor for this week. Let's get to know each other!"

Xu Qingfan turned around helplessly so that the students behind him could see him: "Hello, everyone, my name is Xu Qingfan. If you encounter any problems on campus, you can come to me. I'm happy to serve you."

Jiang Bianyue's eyes lit up. "Wow, this kid's pretty quick-witted!" she exclaimed. She led the applause: "Let's give him a round of applause, everyone!"

After the applause subsided, Xu Qingfan sat down again.

He still remembered a little about what the class monitor did in elementary school. It seemed that he had to lead the class in standing up and shouting "Class begins, stand up, hello teacher" during class, and he was also responsible for leading the class during the long break for exercises.

"Class Monitor Xiao Fan~" Xiao Ruanwen poked his back with her pen.

"Ruan Wen was talking in class, so I took notes in my notebook!"

"You, you, you..."

Xiao Ruanwen punched him on the shoulder in anger, and continued playing the charades game with Xiao Xiao on paper.

Xu Qingfan became the squad leader, but the happiest person was Lin Wanning. She set an example by sitting up straight, as if she had just returned from training in a special forces camp during the summer vacation.

Xu Qingfan was both amused and exasperated. He quietly poked Wan Ning's soft waist, and Wan Ning instantly lost his balance, letting out a cry as he leaned against him.

Lin Wanning looked aggrieved, but remembering that she couldn't talk during class, she just stared at him with that pitiful expression.

As a result, Xu Qingfan surprisingly disregarded martial ethics and pinched her lips, which were big enough to hang clothes on. Lin Wanning instantly lost her composure and became cute and fierce.

"Pfft..." Xu Qingfan burst into laughter.

Lin Wanning's small fists rained down on his waist, but the damage was less than a mosquito bite.

"Hmph~" Feeling that he had gotten his revenge on Brother Qingfan, Lin Wanning straightened his back in his special forces sitting posture, turned his head to the side, and refused to look at him.

Zhang Yiyi lay on the table, watching the two of them and grinning. When her brother turned his head over, the two of them smiled at each other.

Lin Wanning quietly placed her hand on Qingfan's waist and poked the soft flesh in the middle, causing Xu Qingfan to straighten up instantly.

"Hehe (#^.^#)" Lin Wanning turned his head and smiled smugly at Yi Yi.

As soon as Xu Qingfan glared at her, she instantly cowered and begged for mercy, "Waaah~"

If there were this much fun every day at school, elementary school would probably go by very quickly.

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The morning reading class ended quickly, and Xu Qingfan handed over the poems and essays he had written during the summer vacation to Jiang Bianyue, ready to wait for another round of royalties to come his way.

"Oh right, teacher, there's another one. I just wrote it in my Chinese textbook." Xu Qingfan ran back to get the textbook and turned to page 123.

"Wow, this is about a puppy! Its little mound is covered with foxtail grass, and when you go to see it, you see the grass still swaying back and forth..."

"My teacher also had a dog when he was a child. It died when I was in college. It's a pity that no foxtail grass grew on its little mound, and it will never wag at me again."

Xu Qingfan's poem immediately struck a chord with Jiang Bianyue, a dog owner, who felt a faint sense of melancholy. However, the thought that it was written by her student brought her joy.

"Xiao Fan, you're such a good writer! I'll take these to Principal Song and then help you get them published!"

"Yes, thank you, Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Bianyue patted his head, then took her Chinese textbook and notebook and left the classroom.

The first class in the morning was Chinese. Jiang Bianyue rushed to the principal's office, and as soon as the bell rang, she ran back, completely exhausted.

The first lesson in the first-grade textbook is about recognizing "cows and horses," which is like a bullet fired twenty years ago hitting you right on the forehead twenty years later.

Time seemed to drag on if he daydreamed during class, so Xu Qingfan found something to do: while he had plenty of time in elementary school, he decided to read some Chinese and foreign classics.

It can both enrich his own knowledge and provide a reason for him to write such brilliant and talented articles.

The first book Xu Qingfan reread was "How the Steel Was Tempered." A stand-up comedian once joked that most men who admired Pavel Korchagin had nothing.

Like Paul, they pretend to be hardworking and enterprising, but in the end they have nothing, are useless, and accomplish nothing.

When Xu Qingfan saw this stand-up comedy, he didn't feel humiliated at all. He just thought, "My God, she actually compared me to Pavel Korchagin. It's an honor for me, but I'm really not worthy."

The classroom was filled with the children's clear, resonant voices as they read aloud. It's easiest to concentrate while slacking off in class, and Xu Qingfan quickly became engrossed in the novel's story...

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There are four classes in the morning: Chinese, Mathematics, Art, and Music.

Lin Jing returned to Licheng No. 3 Primary School to complete her resignation procedures. The first math class of the new semester was taught by her to Xu Qingfan's class.

"get out of class dismissed."

"Thank you, teacher! You've worked so hard!"

The last period was math class. Immediately after announcing the end of get out of class, Xu Qingfan excitedly ran to the podium: "Teacher Lin, shall we eat together later?"

"Xiao Fan, what did you call me?" Lin Jing was slightly taken aback.

"Oh dear, my godmother has to announce her job title at school!"

"Pfft... Okay, let's go eat together, Xiao Fan." Lin Jing said, both amused and exasperated.

The Experimental Primary School has two canteens. Canteen 1 offers pre-set meals at slightly lower prices, while Canteen 2 offers a variety of dishes, soup noodles, and hand-pulled pancakes.

Xu Qingfan wasn't a picky eater, and since there were relatively few people in the first canteen, he ate his first meal there after the start of the semester.

The five of them first used their backpacks to reserve seats, then ran to line up for food.

Because teachers were supervising the line, the students lined up in an orderly manner, and there were no instances of older students bullying younger students.

Lin Jing had a special classroom window, and by the time they returned with their food, Lin Jing was already sitting down and eating.

How was everyone's first day of school?

"Adapt!" Xiao Ruanwen and Lin Wanning responded loudly.

"Xiao Fan, why do I see you reading extracurricular books during class?" Lin Jing asked, looking at him.

"Oh dear, I already know first-grade math, godmother. Five plus five equals ten, and twenty minus eight equals twelve. Xiaoxiao has already taught me that." Xu Qingfan decisively shifted the blame to Xia Xiaoxiao.

"Xiao Fan, don't be nervous. Your godmother isn't scolding you. If there's anything you don't understand, remember to tell your teacher, okay? Your godmother is afraid that you'll develop a habit of not asking anyone for help when you encounter something you don't understand."

"I understand, I understand. Godmother, you want me to be humble and ask questions, right? I am very humble and ask questions. If I don't understand something in martial arts, I ask Ruan Wen; if I don't understand something in math, I ask Xiao Xiao; if I don't understand something in Chinese..."

"By the way, godmother, I just rewatched How the Steel Was Tempered, and there's something I don't understand!"

"Oh, what doesn't Xiao Fan understand?" Lin Jing immediately straightened her back when she heard that she could educate Xiao Fan.

"The book says that the most precious thing a person has is life, and we only have one life. But the protagonist in the novel doesn't seem to cherish his health. He falls ill many times and eventually goes blind and becomes paralyzed. Isn't that contradictory?"

"Because there's another sentence after that: A person's life should be lived in such a way that when he looks back on his past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing."

"Just like Comrade Lei Feng, his life was short, but we all learned from his spirit. From this perspective, his life is eternal. Didn't Xiao Fan also write that death is not the end of life, but forgetting is?"

Lin Jing has read so many books; she's quite knowledgeable.

"I know, I just feel that if Pavel Korchagin had taken care of his health and lived well, he could have made a greater contribution to the cause he fought for. That's my opinion."

"Xiao Fan's idea is certainly correct, because one Comrade Pavel Korchagin is enough. He is like a beacon, standing there to guide countless people who come after him. We should learn from his spirit, but we should also cherish our own bodies. This is not contradictory."

"I get it, I get it, I understand now. My godmother is really insightful; even our Chinese teacher couldn't answer that!"

Lin Jing smiled, particularly pleased with Xiao Fan's praise. "Alright, Xiao Fan, don't say that. Let's eat. I'll treat everyone to ice cream later."

"Wow!"

"Yay!"

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